Attention: This book contains explicit sexual content between consenting assassins and not so innocent professors. There are depictions of masochistic masturbation, male chastity, breath play, watersports, humiliation, and torture by eighties hair bands with ginger sprinkles on top.

Phew! Now, that that's out of the way, Hi. I'm Mr. No your friendly communications agent for The Assassins' Guild AKA T.A.G.

I've been authorized by the head honcho himself, Mr. H, to release approved records from the agent files.

Agent Code Name Mr. W was recovering from a near death debacle by way of an easy assignment in a small mountain town. Red flags sprang up immediately around the seemingly innocent English professor. Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery Jacob Peters presented, Mr. W made plans to do what he did best, watch , wait , and then capture and interrogate.

But even the best laid plans can go awry and what Mr. W discovered derailed his plan to kill Jacob.

Find out what brought Mr. W to his knees in this first release from the archives of The Assassins' Guild.

Shortly, after the cock cage incident, Dad sat me down to have The Talk. I knew by then that I liked dick. At first, I thought maybe it was because I was around men all the time and hardly ever any women, but one day I pulled up cameras from the women’s locker room just to see. Yeah, even the more masculine looking females did nothing for me. I got off my dad’s laptop quickly before he caught me and went back to my room to look at the gay porn I had smuggled from the sex shop. So, my dad sits me down and I’m worried. Even as isolated as we were on the compound, I had access to the outside world. I knew how homosexuality was viewed. Yes, there were changes being made and it was more accepted now, but I still worried.

I was sitting at the kitchen table when Dad came in with a dildo in one hand and a weird looking toy in the other one. It looked scary from afar. He put them down on the table along with a condom and a bottle of lube before he sat down. I was already blushing and ready to make a dash back to my room, but he pinned me with that look he got when he was dead serious and started his explanation. He showed me how to put a condom on, which I rolled my eyes at because duh. That was proceeded with a long talk on all STDs, how you can catch them in non-sexual ways, symptoms, and pictures. He pulled up pictures on his laptop. I was mortified, but damn if I was going to make sure I used condoms no matter what.

He then picked up the item that I had been avoiding looking at. It was multicolored and just weird looking. It turned out to be a big silicon asshole more or less. It was weird. Later, I found out why it looked so weird, but that’s just not something I want to think about. Although, I did end up buying a few dildos from the fantasy dildo company it was from when I got older. But back to my horrifying sex talk with my dad. He opened the lube and briefly went over the best kinds of lube to use and when. At this point, it hadn’t occurred to me how my dad knew all this stuff. He was my dad. He knew everything as far as I was concerned. He then showed me how, if I were to have sex with another man, how to prepare them or myself for it using the silicon asshole of course. He explained things like the prostate and other key erogenous zones of the male genitalia. By the end, I knew I was scarlet and dying of embarrassment. If my dad was embarrassed in anyway, he didn’t show it. He was very clinical about it. He used his instructor voice and could have been going over the parts of a P-90, he was so unphased.

He never once said anything about women. The next day, I went to his office and asked him, “How did you know?”

He quirked an eyebrow at me and said, “Yoshi, do you really think Mr. Th (that was his assistant) got you stuff from the adult store in town without my permission?”

I turned beet red and stuttered, “No, sir.” I thought I was in huge trouble and kept my eyes on my feet.

My dad pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight, surprising me. “I’m not mad. I’m glad that you went to him rather than try to sneak off on your own or do something irresponsible. I figured you weren’t ready to talk to me about those kinds of things and that’s okay. Just know that I’m always here if you need me and I’ll never judge you.” I nodded and hugged him tight, not realizing that I had started crying. I hadn’t really thought how much I was worried about it until I felt the relief his words brought me.

“I love you, Dad.” The words came out more of a whisper than I intended.

He pushed me to arm’s length, so he could see me and wiped my eyes. “I love you too, Son. Now, go out to the range. You have a test tomorrow.” I nodded and headed to the door. I had my hand on the knob when he spoke again. “Just so you know, I’m gay too.”

I turned my head in shock. The surprise evident on my face, my eyes wide. He furrowed his brows at me. “What? Did you not think I had a love life, too?”

I tried to pick my jaw up off the ground to answer. “No, Dad. Honestly, I never thought about you having a relationship much less sex.”

Dad burst out laughing then. “Well, I do.”

I stuck my fingers in my ears and started singing, “Lalalalala. I don’t want to know, Dad.”

My dad sobered then and cleared his throat. “Do you think if I found someone I really liked that you’d be okay if I brought him round?”

I took my fingers out of my ears and went back and threw my arms around him again and squeezed tight and then let go. “Yeah, Dad.” Before things could get any more awkward, I dashed out the door and closed it behind me. I hissed traitor as I passed Mr. Th’s desk and went out to the range.

About the Author

A.G. Carothers is actually a dragon very cleverly disguised as a human. They are a non-binary author of LGBTQIA Romance and Urban Fantasy, who enjoys writing original and entertaining stories. They are very excited to share the worlds they've created with you.

A.G. currently lives in Tennessee with their platonic life partner, who is not a dragon. They yearn to live back in Europe and will some day. In their spare time they are addicted to losing themselves in the lovely worlds created by other authors

A.G. is committed to writing the stories they see in their head without restrictions. Love is blind and doesn't see gender, race, or sexuality.

Friday, 24 May 2019

After
tragedy rocks the small town of Danville Creek, best friends Emma Blake and
Branch McKenna are ripped from the only homes they’ve ever known.

Twenty years later, they are called back to… Rosey Plantation.
A getaway shared by their parents and... the place they were all found dead.

As they get
the house ready to sell, they uncover clues to a game—a handcuff key in a
trinket box, eye bolts anchored into the basement wall, silk bindings in
unusual places—and discover it wasn’t a retreat but a place to play.

While Emma
and Branch find solace in one another, and explore some of their own dark fantasies,
mysterious things start happening. Convinced they need to play the erotic game,
or end up like their parents, their lives start to unravel.

Some say
ghosts can haunt, but when the danger becomes real, they find themselves racing
against the clock to find the killer among friends before history repeats
itself.

LA Fiore is a hybrid author of thirteen novels. She believes
in a happily ever after, but she likes to make her readers work for it. When
she's not writing, she can usually be found in the garden or hanging on the
deck with her family and friends. She lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania with
her husband and two kids and their four fur babies.

Anthony started writing years ago as a hobby, but it quickly
turned into a passion. He first began publishing under the name, Kane Caldwell,
but has since changed the name he will continue publishing under. He is the
epitome of a country boy with jeans, t-shirt, hat (No, not a cowboy hat. Lol),
scruffy face, work boots on, driving his truck and definitely not a guy you'd
picture writing romance. Anthony works in the construction business where he
runs his own crew. He has two awesome boys, and an amazing woman that keeps him
on the edge. He drinks way too much coffee and probably curses in one day
what others curse in their lifetime. Lol! Anthony resides in the south
where the weather is warm but most times sweltering hot. During down time, he
loves to be surrounded by family, friends, great food, or engrossed in a good
book. And of course, putting his imagination to work, where reality and fantasy
collide.

One
Princess. Two Lives. And a sinister secret that will change her world forever.

Princesses
are supposed to be polite and poised. Princesses are supposed to put duty
before self. Princesses are not supposed to live double lives.

Princess
Susanna’s search to find her mother’s cherished crown that went missing the day
she was killed is about to lead her on a quest to stop an assassin from killing
a man. Only this isn’t any man, this man is a prince, a prince that has no idea
that he’s royalty.

What
happens when a princess attempts to save a prince? Can she keep him alive? Can
she keep herself from falling for him?

S.E. Rose
lives in the DMV. And if you know what that means, then you know where
she lives. She currently resides with her husband, two children, and
always at least two cats and usually other random creatures her children decide
they need. While she works at a desk during the day, her evenings and
weekends are devoted to writing and editing her romance novels. She loves
all things wine, coffee, tea, and dark chocolate; that’s right, dark chocolate.
In her spare time, she enjoys photography, traveling, going to concerts, and
reading.

What do
a hotshot lawyer and a moonlighting beauty have in common? Not much, but when
they have to put their differences aside for a good cause, anything can happen.
Maybe even love.

Victoria
Fairfax wasn’t looking for love. Instead, she was hoping to earn enough money
to start her own catering business by working nights as a bartender for charity
events. However, love might have been looking for her when Jack Turner, a
handsome guest, comes to her rescue after a man harasses her on the job.

Jack seems
like the perfect guy—a successful young lawyer at one of the biggest law firms
in the city with charm to spare. The only problem is, Victoria’s
deep-seated hatred for lawyers. Despite her growing feelings for Jack, she
can’t bear to get too close to him in case he turns out to be just as rotten as
the lawyers from her past. As Jack falls more and more for Victoria, he
realizes that his relationship is more complicated than he could have ever
imagined, and he faces a difficult choice—to choose between the well-being of
one of his clients or his growing feelings for Victoria.

Will they
unravel the tangled web of their past and present and heal after a lifetime of
pain? Or allow their past to keep them apart?

A Montréalaise who used to be a
fashion designer before becoming a writer. She will try everything at least
once—except for skiing, hiking, camping, or anything relating to activities
done in the great outdoors. When she’s not working on her next book, you could
find her spending time with her husband and kids.

Ever since then, he has lived as an immortal house cat—short one life.

Anselm is a mildly depressed vampire with a soft spot for the feline he calls friend.

They live together as equals, companions for eternity—or so they hope.

But their lives take a dark turn when the witch who cursed Edmund long ago dies.

And suddenly, he is human again.

In a race against time’s cruel hand, Anselm and Edmund must make a decision.

Do they find a dark witch and re-enact the curse that plagued Edmund so they can be together for an eternity? Or . . . does Edmund give up forever as a cat to be with Anselm for now as a man?

Excerpt

I clenched my jaw. If this stranger had hurt Edmund, there would be hell to pay.

My immortal cat, as irritating as he could be sometimes, was my best friend. We’d been a pair since the beginning of the twentieth century and . . . in reality, he was all I had.

Everything changed but not Edmund. Nor me.

He was a cursed cat, once a young man in the prime of his life. I was the vampire he called friend.

“Edmund,” I called, dropping the bags I held. The fresh fish and blood I’d bought cascaded to the floor. Some of the packets burst open, but I didn’t care about the mess the blood would make or the smell that would linger for days; I cared about my best friend. “Edmund?!”

The stranger turned; his sharp gaze followed me though he was rooted to the spot.

I rushed through the living room, heading deeper into my home, knowing that if my heart still beat, it would be pounding against my chest like a sledgehammer.

Where was Edmund? Why wasn’t he answering?

Hunting through the rooms, I checked in all of Edmund’s favorite hiding spots—on top of the bookshelf, on my side of the bed, behind my pillow, in the perfect patch of moonlight that streamed through the bay windows in my office—but Edmund was nowhere to be found.

He was missing, gone, disappeared.

“Where is he?!” I demanded as I raged into the living room and caught the stranger by the throat. My fingers tightened as my anger—my fear—tainted the air, sending the thick stench of decay curling around us. The strange young man’s lips parted, opening and closing like a fish out of water as he grasped my wrist and fought for breath. “If you hurt him—” I couldn’t even finish the thought, much less the sentence.

The very idea of not having Edmund, of being without him . . .

I shook the man impatiently. “Where is he?!” I bellowed, shaking the boy.

He appeared desperate as he clutched my wrist and tugged on my arm, attempting to remove my hold, but my grasp was absolute as my fingers tightened around his neck.

Panic danced across his face. His wide eyes shined, a familiar neon blue that I knew.

My lips parted. “Edmund?”

I loosened my hold. It wasn’t possible. Edmund was . . .

The man I held by the neck trembled in my grasp, one minute a man, and in the next, thick black fur sprouted out of his transformed body.

“Y . . . You choked me,” he gasped as I gathered him close.

“You turned into a-a-a man!” I pulled him away from my chest, inspecting him as I did so.

How was this possible? He was cursed by a witch to live the rest of his life, or at least nine lives—eight now that he’d died once—as a cat. Right now, the fluffy black thing I peered down at looked like my housecat, but seconds ago . . .

About the Authors

Autumn Breeze

Autumn Breeze is a bestselling LGBT+ author, and current Radish Content Provider. She is also the winner of a 2015 Watty Award, a former Wattpad Star, with more than 70K followers on Wattpad who was featured in Cosmo in 2017 “My Lessons with the Sexy Dance Instructor.” In 2017 she worked as a Freelance Writer for 20th Century Fox on, “A Cure for Wellness: Seeking A Cure.”

Ashley Chamblee is a bestselling author with 10+ years of experience who specializes in writing horror, fantasy, paranormal, and romance with LGBT themes. Currently, she has 35K+ followers on her combined Wattpad accounts EzraWinn and HonestDying. When Ashley isn’t writing she is either working with special needs adults, playing video games, reading or spending time with friends and family.

Kenzie Adamson wasn’t always this way. There was a time when she was happy—she’d smile and laugh. She once kept in touch with her friends and cared about their well-being. Hell, she once cared about her own well-being.Now, Kenzie is different. She’s going through the motions every day, not caring about herself or anyone else. She’s being the only thing she can be right now—numb.

Sean Despain wasn’t always this way. There was a time when he was patient and well-mannered. He used to pride himself on being compassionate and sympathetic. He was the glue that held his family together.

Now, Sean is different. He’s short-tempered and callous. He drinks too much and spends his nights in a state of alcohol induced numbness.

Three years ago, their lives changed drastically.

Now, they’re each other’s only hope to find themselves again.

From a rural community in southern Oklahoma, Melissa Townsend is a married dental assistant with two children; and on the surface, the picture of today’s ordinary working wife and mother from Smalltown, U.S.A.

As a busy mom, she initially found her escape in reading. It is just in the past few years that she’s found her passion and enjoyment of telling her own stories. Having never travelled or experienced much beyond the realm of country-living, Melissa finds herself taking journeys through an array of genres and different writing styles. Don’t let her quiet, small town, ordinary demeanor mislead you. Sit with her for very long and you will quickly discover her wit, dry sense of humor, and unique perception of the world around her. It’s these characteristics spieled out into her stories that define her writing style and will keep you wanting more.